Now, an I want you to gather 'round boys We've all got to go, now I want you to gather 'round boys We all-of got to go Now, th'ain't no use to you worryin' You won't feel safe no mo' Now, you got to wear a uniform Man you got to be in style Now, you got to wear Uncle Sam's uniform So you can be in style Now, you got to walk straight 'n tote a rifle Uncle Sam wanna use you a while 'Take it away again, Charlie' Well, now here comes man Man re'dy-a climb on a high plane Now an here come the man, now Man ready-a climb on a high plane 'Well, now you got to walk straight down there, boy 'Picks up yo' feets don't let 'em drags!' Now ain't no use to smilin' at me Man, it ain't no use to shake my hand No it ain't no use in smilin' at me Man, ain't no use to shake my hand Now, I ain't gonna walk wit' you this time I've got to fly one-a-them bomber planes.